Best Familywife Poems
My wife and I
Visited our daughter and her husband in tiny Rhode Island
Newlyweds living in
The city of Providence and hope
We got up early Saturday
Feeble ray of light
Barely touching the horizon
Dense purple void below
Adventure in her voice
Wife said
Let’s wander
The house is quiet
And the kids are still asleep.
We walked through a cold morning
Not far but just enough
For the houses behind us to disappear from view
Ahead we saw
Tall trees
Hidden behind them a river called the Seekonk
Native American
For Black Goose
Getting closer we found a winding a path
She gave her hand to me
As we walked through a quiet place
Of brown leaves, bare trees
Here and there patches of green grass
Surviving a chilly Fall
Further and further
We went
Off in the distance we saw a lonely figure
And on the river
People rowing
Strangers smiled
Read an old weather beaten sign
That welcomed us to Blackstone Park
Stopped near the water’s edge
Looking down
To a tide that had run out the night before
Exposing a thin sand
Imagination believing
Each tiny grain
Was a person, place or thing.
We returned
To meet two sleepy faces
Daughter anxiously asked where we were
Silly Children, my wife replied
Your parents were never lost.
"Hi honey! I'm home!" A greeting that will be heard in many homes tonight!
Hubby will be kissed by his lovely wife and he'll hug her, oh, so tight!
The kids clamber for a hug and kiss as he asks, "How was school today?"
Even Slug the pup barks and Simba the cat purrs, each to have his say!
His wife fixed his favorite meal of meat loaf, peas and mashed potatoes,
Raspberry tea, cherry pie ala mode and, oh, yes, there were fresh tomatoes!
Father said the grace thanking Him for their food and His Creation,
And asked for protection for military folks who defend this great nation!
After dinner they relaxed on the deck with a drink to watch the setting sun.
The kids chased lightning bugs on the lawn at dusk having loads of fun!
Later, the cat and dog cuddled on the hearth and the kids were tucked in bed.
Daddy read a few fairy tales - then the children's prayers were said.
Alas, across the world in foreign lands other Daddies won't be home tonight.
The only thing that they will hug is their M-16 and carry on the fight.
They'll wolf down a tasteless MRE and be greeted by the Sergeant's shout:
"Get ready for another midnight patrol - now everybody out!"
He's not concerned about promotions and medals for laurels won.
He just pines for his family's fond embrace when his tour is done.
Oh, glorious, heavenly day when he's back home never more to roam!
Oh, glorious day when he bounds thro' the door saying, "Hi honey! I'm home!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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The Red-Haired Kid
By Elton Camp
His mother, John continued to deride
“Son, there’s no red hair on either side.
I knew that wife would be a big mistake
And that she would bring you heartache.”
Such comments John tried to push aside
It’d been two years since he took a bride
In that time, no reason had he ever found
To think that his wife was sleeping around
But his mother had planted a suspicious seed
And to see a red-haired man was all he’d need
For him to watch the movements of their eyes
To see if his wife the man seemed to recognize
Of recessive genes, John had not a single clue
Of how to stay hidden they so often will do
When the two genes show up in the same child
The ignorant may feel justified to smirk & smile
By Edmund Siejka
My wife is downstairs
Reading a book
While I lie in bed
With the night light on
She waits for silence
Before tiptoeing upstairs
To turn off the lights.
Tonight I am restless
Getting up
I open the blinds
Ever so slightly
Across the way
Soft street lights
Throw a peaceful arc
Illuminating
Only what is in its path
In the night
I stare into darkness
And think of my wife.
Everyone has secrets
What dreams
Did she leave behind
On her journey as wife
Mother
Cook
Nurse
Chef and
Peace maker?
We have been married
Thirty one years
Experienced love
Told white lies
Had children
Paid bills
Had good times
And bad times
Felt fear and tenderness
Been busy
Lived through boredom
And
Forgave and forgot.
I see her
Sitting downstairs
Like a Princess
Descended from ancient royalty
Book in her lap
Deep in thought
Hearing the floorboards creak
Above her
She knows it's me
Shuffling around
Keeping her place
On the paragraph just finished
She sits still
Waiting for me to fall asleep
Then tiptoeing upstairs
She will turn off the lights.